DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
Torchline and its embedded secrets – even more slanted along in old script, etched for decades into its walls. Amused, and not expecting to be told anything else, he studied it for what it was worth, even if it only came with warnings. Which could’ve been a lie, a tale, a truth, or anything melded and notched in between.
Knowing the worth of secrets, of how many had been laden within his mind, of what it meant to protect one’s land, he didn’t pry any further. A nod given with the massiveness of the tiger’s skull, and then he proceeded onward, stretching out long limbs around another curve and bend, watching Belial bound along (devil-may-care in the peryton’s depiction), no actual intent in his exploration. Simply to know, to understand, to see. Do you have your share of monsters in here too? A quiet chuckle followed; mostly bemused by the notions, having met his fair share of their dominions in many a cave (and the sea panther beside the ocean; slain in his wake).
Knowing the worth of secrets, of how many had been laden within his mind, of what it meant to protect one’s land, he didn’t pry any further. A nod given with the massiveness of the tiger’s skull, and then he proceeded onward, stretching out long limbs around another curve and bend, watching Belial bound along (devil-may-care in the peryton’s depiction), no actual intent in his exploration. Simply to know, to understand, to see. Do you have your share of monsters in here too? A quiet chuckle followed; mostly bemused by the notions, having met his fair share of their dominions in many a cave (and the sea panther beside the ocean; slain in his wake).
still standing
not because you can
but because you have to
